And be forever blessed.

Passing the Gate.

Lines on leaving the house of a dear friend where I had pleasantly spent several weeks.

Down deep in the heart is a fountain of tears,

Though seldom it flows to the eye;

’Tis not that I have not true interest and love,

That I say not the sad words, Good bye.

The gate must be opened, and opened for me,

For me to go out of the place,

Where I have enjoyed the best bounties of earth,

Where in love face has answered to face.

As I passed through the gate, language fails to express

My deep-felt emotions of heart;

’Twas leaving a home where was freedom and rest;

And who else can such favors impart?

Not that I was homeless; another dear place

Was all ready and waiting me, where

Again I should mingle with children and friends;

But oh! there’s life’s burden and care.

’Tis not that I’d shun them, and useless remain,

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